Simple Thoughts From A Complicated Mind, Sort Of . . .

    Within the last week or two, my knee started to hurt. I can’t put my finger on exactly when, where or how, but it hurt. Ached, actually....

  This time of year, I would normally be knee deep in preparation for the end of the year and commencement. There would have already been at...

  It was a Sunday, December 12, 1993, one month and one day after Kim gave birth to Hannah when I flew to Guatemala to pick up our adopted s...

  He lived in a red brick house on a quiet, older cul-de-sac in a burb of Richmond. He was friendly with the young couple who lived next d...

I coached basketball for a number of years, mostly on the high school level. Did a two-year stint at the college level as a graduate assista...